Truly Cherished 4:17 AM

You see, Bobby, why they call it a "white night". The darkness evaporates while you sit there, reading, watching, waiting for that faint sliver of gold to appear on the horizon. But you never know just when it hits; you look away and by the time you've looked back, it's dawn.

So often have I lingered on a plush couch or a velvety armchair, it's softness caressing me, urging me to give way to sweet slumber. But you can't give in; if Sleep's sly fingers lay hold on you, you will not see the day.

Why am I telling you this? Because I have lost all reason to lie contented while a masterpiece eludes my grasp. I want to snatch it, lay hold on it and keep it forever. Some people collect action figures, others collect antiques or trading cards. I collect sunrises.

There are really no words to describe a sunrise. It's warm and golden, it melts your worries and fears away, and for one moment, just a moment, you are the only soul in this world. You forget who you are and what you've done. All things are cast aside in order to partake of that moment, a dream world unfolding before your very eyes.

Let them say that I have gone mad. Indeed, their sanity is only a matter of twisted perspective. If they could but glimpse my world, they would be satisfied to leave me in it, knowing that it is where I belong.

So shine, sun, shine on my face and make me smile. Kiss the tears away; refresh my very being and renew my inner strength. Nothing makes more sense than to bask in thy glory.

The Dirt Road to Acceptance 2:25 AM

I hope you have the time of your life. Just don't tell me that I don't know what I'm missing, because that's just it.

I don't.

Stock and Squirrels 12:52 AM

It seems that Life has handed me a sour lemon, but the long and short of it is, I won't be going to Wordstock this year. I'm naturally a little disappointed; the only time I attended a Wordstock I was too busy getting intimately acquainted with the bottom of a toilet bowl to enjoy it to the full. There's also the trip down with the teens in my area, a bonus I'm sorry to miss, but thank you Lord anyway.

In my efforts to remain positive, I came up with some good reasons for staying home:

1. Texan water. That vile liquid has its source in the bowels of hell. There's that movie, Erin Brokovich, where Julia Roberts is gingerly pulling dead frogs out of contaminated water (and you know she's thinking "Like, OMG, so like, GROSS!!) and I am absolutely certain that it was Texan water. You can die drinking that poison. Enough frogs and cute little pond animals have died swimming in that filth. Boycott Texan water.
2. I'm hopefully going to XD anyway.
3. I'm too sexy for Wordstock.
4. AIR CON!!
5. Anyway
   

The following is the letter I received from the WOC regarding the denial of my application:

"Dear Eman,

Thank you for your application. However, after much deliberation we've come to the conclusion that you are a squirrel, and since squirrels are basically useless when it comes to any of the positions that staff could hold, we have decided to let you stay home and chew your nuts."

Sincerely yours, the WOK

No, wait, that's the letter I got from the WOK, an Asian chef camp I planned to attend. The real WOC letter, even if it carried tidings of woe, was honest, heartfelt, and sweet. I was sorry to hear that a few hormonally challenged individuals felt it was their duty to set the record straight with the WOC and let them know that it was them who truly deserved to attend Wordstock 4. The WOC has put a lot of praying, planning, long hours, blood, sweat, and tears to make this event a reality, and selecting the staff was a difficult thing to do.

I'm sorry if, for whatever reason, any of you won't be able to attend Wordstock 4. But take some time to stop and bring your burdens and trials before the Lord, and get His perspective on your situation. And for those of you who wrote in with your harsh comments, please chill; take some time to finish a project, get that extra Word time you wanted, sip some lemonade, or maybe even chew some nuts.

New and Improved 3:49 PM

Head over to http://thevintagevolume.blogspot.com to witness the birth of my new blog.

And so it begins 3:40 PM

From the ashes of the capital C, rises this, my new website.

And I welcome you.

Please, have a look around. I will attempt to post something more substantial soon, time permitting. In the meantime, post a comment, tell your friends, or stay awhile. God bless you, and until then.

(The posts preceding this one are old ones that I salvaged from the capital C.)

The truth shall set you free (So you can go and do better things with your time) 6:51 PM

Eck.












Yes, um, hi. This is just a short post to say that I will not be getting my new site out as soon as I said I was, because I'm very busy. I lack time for things which are not on my priorities list, and I also lack a computer of my own. I'm also getting into poetry, short stories, and allegories, presently I'm working on two allegories titled "The Familiar Stranger" and "Castle in the Air" (titles subject to change).
Now that I've stated my excuses, I'm leaving. I'll see you around. Sometime. And soon. Hopefully.

The Switch 2:26 PM

Hello. It's been a while, hasn't it?

I meant to post sooner, but our internet was down. I have begun to work on the new site, and I should be posting the link to it in...ah, sometime. I'm trying to get it out as fast as I can, so it won't be much to look at. Now, before you think of strangling me for my tardiness, remember, patience is a virtue.